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The Stag and the Vine

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A stag, by favour of a vine, Which grew where suns most genial shine, And form’d a thick and matted bower Which might have turn’d a summer shower, Was saved from ruinous assault. The hunters thought their dogs at fault, And call’d them off. In danger now no more The stag, a thankless wretch and […]

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